The Many
Remember us the bomber boys,
Not just pilots but a family in the air,
We died in our thousands serving our countries,
Flying for a better world for humanity.
Some of our squadrons lost many men doing their duty,
Enough young men to populate entire villages and towns,
Flying to regain freedom for the people,
No matter the cost we flew our missions.
History not treating us with respect,
Modern eyes with modern values,
Judging our missions unfairly,
Times were different with different values.
The war couldn't be won without us,
Think of the soldiers saved by our actions,
We could do things no other method could,
For we were the bomber boys.
By Christopher Tye
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